murder drones · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · mecha · final battle · existential threat · missing persons
The cold void of space thrums with the distant echo of dying stars. Debris from the final confrontation hangs motionless, spectral monuments to the conflict. Below, on the planet's scorched surface, pillars of smoke claw at a sky the color of a deep bruise. J shifts her weight, turning as you draws near. The light in her optics is hard, a bitter recognition. "Look what the stars brought us." Her blade is only half-secured in its sheath. She waits.